Monday, February 9, 2015

City of Magi Blog Tour

Today on my blog I have the City of Magi blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, review, and, excerpt.

At the heart of Astosen, the city of Dein Astos stands as a
bulwark for the free world, always on alert to battle Valania’s attempts to
bring the republic under continental dominance. Sophisticated and diverse,
driven by magic, money, and information, this city of magi teems with tea
houses, government agencies, exclusive clubs and risky districts.

Alexander Locke, a great Magi Knight and the hero of the
republic, lies dead. His daughter, Zia Locke, reluctantly rises to power,
unaware that her father may not have died of natural causes, as everyone
believes.

That is, until she is artfully maneuvered into meeting the
mysterious and abundantly self-assured Grayson Kearney. A keen judge of
character and cunning magus, Grayson rocks Zia's world in more ways than one as
he helps tear away the veil of ignorance from her eyes. From lifelong friends
to sworn enemies, the new leader of the House of Locke is discovering that
anyone could be the next to betray her. What Zia needs is a good intelligence
officer at her side. But when everyone has a hidden agenda, can she truly place
her trust in Grayson?

Excerpts:

“Is the Councilor in his conference room?” Keegan asked.

“No,” the woman said. “But you can wait for him there. Do
you need me to show you the way?”

“Of course not,” Zia said. The woman gave a shallow bow and
stepped out of their way as they followed Zia through the greeting room and
down a hallway adorned with priceless paintings of mountains, ships, and
rivers. There were no people in any of the paintings.

“Shouldn’t we have turned—” Keegan started to ask.

“If Kelley isn’t in the conference room, then he’s in the
kitchen,” she said as she took them around a corner to a grand, slate-floored
kitchen.

At the second stove knelt one Jeremy Kelley, gray, thinning
hair just visible over an island as he reached into the stove.

She rapped her knuckles against the wall. “Councilor
Kelley,” she said.

“One second, Zia. Or Lady Locke, I suppose, since you’re
here on business,” Kelley said. He grunted as he stretched his arm further back
into the oven, nudging a small brown blob over by a fraction of an inch. “I’ve
tried five times in the last week to get these damn spice biscuits to come out
right and I’m not going to screw the pooch this time by having the dough spaced
wrong.”

They waited as he nudged and tugged on two dozen little
brown blobs of dough before gritting his teeth and pushing himself to his feet.
He flicked the oven door closed with his foot and stretched his back.

“Perfecting a new recipe?” Zia asked.

Kelley grimaced. “Maudine said the other week that the new
chef’s biscuits were better than I ever made. It’s one of those things that
gets under my skin. I can never paint a proper landscape, but I always feel
closest to being an actual artist when I’m in the kitchen.”

“Is Maudine in? I haven’t seen her in a while,” Zia said.

“No. She’s out at the spa. I’m not going to let her catch me
cooking until I get it right.”

Kelley untied an apron, breaking the odd mixture of
personalities reflected in his garb. His arms were still muscled like they had
been back when he patrolled the streets, but they connected to a body that had
grown a paunch and was starting to show its age. He wore a fine, blue, buttoned
shirt, with a striped tie. Patches of flour on his sleeves broke the severity
of his outfit, though. His wrinkled face gave way to a misshapen nose, broken
one too many times in battle or training. There was a reason Kelley was Zia’s
favorite politician, and it was written all over his gruff appearance.

“Nice to see you again, Lieutenant Thynne,” Kelley said.

Keegan gave a short bow. “Likewise, Councilor. Though it’s
Captain now.”

Kelley nodded in return. “My apologies Captain.” He studied
Zia’s other two companions and stuck his chin out at Xavier. “You must be a
Shore. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look a lot like your sister.”

“You’ve met Arden?” Xavier asked.

“I inspected her unit out in the Border Defense Force a few
years ago. She stood out during combat demonstrations. Took down a guy his
size,” he hooked a thumb at Keegan. “Haven’t seen a takedown like the one she
did since. Do the two of you ever spar?”

“Often,” Xavier said.

“Well?” Kelley asked.

“I can assure you she never gets a takedown on me. Spends
too much time practicing magic to keep up with me in the ring. I’m not burdened
by a need to bother with figures and spells.”

Kelley chuckled. “Neither am I. Glad to meet someone else
who knows how to make an advantage out of it. Bunch of guys at Talon Hall never
thought I could make Commissioner without being a magus. None of them retired
as Citizens.” He fixed a keen eye on Grayson. “That makes you the spy.”

“The young painter on your porch, Darius, met us at the
door. We only saw Amelie for a second. Why do you ask?”

“We only just hired her last week. I’m always nervous about
getting the right people. She seems good enough, though I find it odd to be
switching shifts in her second week on the job,” Kelly said. “I’d love to have
the opinion of someone who makes a livi—”

“She switched shifts?” Grayson asked. “To this morning?
When?”

The hair on the back of Zia’s neck stood on end at Grayson’s
sudden shift in tone. She stopped on the threshold of the conference room door.

“When? I’m not sure I recall. Why would that—” Kelly
started.

“Zia don’t move!” Grayson shouted.

Her stomach clenched when she saw his face, staring
wide-eyed at her leg. He knelt slowly by her calf and took a deep breath.
“Councilor Kelley, please tell me you have security beams.”

“Beams?”

“Magi stones set in the doors to record who goes in and out
of certain rooms. They send a simple, harmless beam from one to another until
something living crosses their path,” Grayson explained.

“I don’t have any beams. What’s going on?” Kelley said.

Grayson pointed to a gleaming speck on the door frame by
Zia’s ankle, then a matching speck on the opposite side.

“You’ve got one now.”

“What is it?” Kelley asked.

“It’s a beam trigger. Most people use them for alarm
systems, but you could trigger whatever you want with the beam. Like a bomb.”

Review:

I am not a big fantasy reader but after reading this book I am looking into trying more of this genre. I was hooked from page one and loved every minute of this book. The world is so fresh and unique that I can not wait to read more from this author in the future. 4/5 Bloody Fangs

Michael McDuffee is a science fiction and fantasy author
from Raleigh, North Carolina. He moved around the United States long after his
formative years and spent time in Philadelphia, Seattle, and DC, before moving
to the San Francisco Bay Area. His first series, Those Who Die Young, was
designed and conceived to be published exclusively in online platforms,
utilizing the freedom of the new distribution network to explore a story that
would never have been possible before, the long-form serial.

His first feature novel, City of Magi, is a fantasy
adventure set in a magically-powered industrial society. Get it exclusively on
Kindle now!